For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground.

Here Mickey, smell this and see if it’s still good,” and I open it and take a whiff before noticing the fuzz. Like that.

Losers are not necessary in this world.

As we travel in time and on Equator, we will find our souls and then move in time towards time.

Deep inside her (ih her harrowed soul) she felt a glowing ember of fury at the man responsible for this. Tha man who had put her in this position. She looked at the pistol lying...

Is this how humanity waves good-bye?Hell no.

It’s not nice to think of children growing up like mushrooms, in the dark.

Just one pit stop, Rae. One pit stop that won’t even take an hour. Then it’s over. It’s finally over.

The White Hand did not fry all the brain. He fried somefrom the right hemisphere and some from the left. Theremaining brain, The White Hand wrapped in tin foil,carefully. Tomorrow is, after all, another day,...

No, no something is…”and then they all knew.

The impulse came to her clairvoyantly, and she obeyed without a sign of hesitation. Deeper comprehension would come to her of the whole awful puzzle. And come it did, yet not in the way she...

Horror on earth is real and it is everyday. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.

The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;We find delight in the most loathsome things;Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.

Here beneath the towering pines, by the river blueFarragut will ever stand, alma mater true

Innocents will be caught up in your maelstrom, their lives torn apart. People you have never met, and will never know will die beneath your shadow if you do not stop. You tear the galaxy...

It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.

It’s this place. Whatever darkness came to the island, it’s here to stay. Stick around long enough and it gets inside your skin, into your cells, like an infection.

There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man’s evil prying calls them just within our range.

Their faces were contorted with a horror only known to those who have silenced their consciences.

There isn’t.

The book is that is the good one is Woodsong and we are trying to finish it.

Our little tribal circles, bound by social contracts and selfish mutual need. Everyone working in their own greedy self-interests and huddling together with their tribe, at war with all those outside who they regard as...

I’m not a director to make an action or horror film. That’s not for me.

There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on...

Either the gates of hell had opened, or Tom had lost his mind; for there could be nothing like this entity outside the precincts of the damned, except in the fevered fantasies of a raving...

Every time when you think,Think about every first 20 seconds of your best Moments in your life time.

Automatically, like all healthy, normal beings, I deny the existence of horror…

My goal is that Julie and Brody do not become the other’s half. They should be two wholes that become a greater one. That is the only way to overcome evil in the end.

The images start to darken and she feels another hunger well up in her, this one having to do with another kind of desire. The desire to feed, to possess, and the aggressive thrill of...

The day we forget the horror, Sam, we will repeat it. Never forget your past. It will make you less human, less than human.

The blessings of the devil is the beginning of dread.

She stared at the phone, feeling guilty. She finally slid across the overstuffed Pleather couch and away from watching old episodes of The Twilight Zone. She was free tonight, apparently, so she might as well...

Simon shook his head. ‘I don’t want to be a hero. I’d rather abandon the technology altogether, sit on a hill and speak to my neighbours by smoke-signal.

It is dark. You cannot see. Only the hint of stars out the broken window. And a voice as old as the Snake from the Garden whispers, ‘I will hold your hand.

We’re all hunters in my family, you know. Deer, ducks…damsels.

So exquisitely perfect was the darkness of the heavens above that one would have difficulty believing it was a prison to the passengers and crew of The Black Witch.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

My doppelganger wraps the ear in a handkerchief and shoves it into his pocket as he leaves the train with a nod of his head in my direction.”William Wilson in the short story ‘Metro’ by...

It’s safe to say that ‘Horror,’ as a fictional genre, has claim to it’s own canon. There is a definite history that can be traced back to the origins of human language, both orally and...

Hexen stehen immer zwischen Birken

My name is Patricia Lauren Bordeaux, and I, like my creator before me, am a very lonely vampire.

They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder, but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil.

The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years–if it ever did end–began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter...

I stumble across the sea of tarmac, finding pavement, concealment and a brick wall. Palms brace against the scrubby surface. My stomach churns and then bubbles over, burning my throat as acrid yellow acid spills...

I knew the end would come, one day. I knew my life deserved to be over. Yet, even knowing that, I was no less fearful.

He was six years old this time, and ancient.

The ‘experimental’ writer, then, is simply following the story’s commands to the best of his human ability. The writer is not the story, the story is the story. See? Sometimes this is very hard to...

And then I saw her, who I could have only assumed with Aura Tsang, a very petite women, with the exotic features of those you associate with an Asian background complete with slick dark hair...